The two friends enjoyed the tranquility of the river with a beer bottle in the middle. The breeze invited to be there, the landscape is required.
The afternoon died quietly and without excuses pressing. The silence was a blanket of friendship stretched from one side to another, where lay the words that did not need to exist.
But as was the case with birds flying over the place with their sounds in tow, the silence was not eternal. And sometimes, he would be welcome.
- Do you remember that Ulysses did for kids foosball?
friend's face lit up instantly. How not to remember. He had been devised with other guys, but they were the ones that gave way, working late into the old studio of Ricardo's father. And everything was an adventure, from finding and cutting wood, making holes on the side to pass the metal rods that were placed on the players, also made wood. The painting, detail, emotion. And mostly, that walk that morning in spring, between the two, carrying the foosball over, taking him to school. How not to remember.
Ricardo was glad to see the face of his friend.
- What a nice memory. Shame what happened to us.
And both broke into laughter. In retrospect, the laughter was accepted. But then, had been the worst moment of their lives. It was easy to load with just thirteen years old, tremendous foosball. Not only was heavy, but also carried their backpacks, which bothered the transfer. And although Paul Martin and his parents wore to school by car, and being that were part of gupo, none offered to make the trip. Iban
walk, down a side street. Could cut road, crossing a square below. The sun shone clearly, but with the warmth of the morning. The going back, Ulysses, just saw before, by the way they held the foosball. But Ricardo was warning him if there was a step on the sidewalk, or when the cord of the same, to cross a street. Tan
were attentive to the task, did not see out of a dark open shed Narvaez, the old drunk in that area of \u200b\u200bthe city. Narvaez had a bottle in hand, some old and ragged clothes, a wool cap and a gray scarf, despite the time of year. His dirty face could be seen a row of teeth absent through half-open mouth, whose corners fell baba thread that was lost in the air, bound for the rough tiles.
The meeting ended abruptly, unexpectedly. Richard, who almost moved back, because most of the time she turned to give instructions to Odysseus, he ran smack into something big was the shock to come face to face with Narvaez. Just hit upon to hit a scream and drop the foosball. Ulysses, who saw nothing, he panicked when he heard his friend and did the same, also taking your hands off the wood.
The foosball fell like a dead weight between them, making a noise of substantial size for those hours of the morning. And while the children could never tell, was the sound of the game to fall and not surprised they have encountered, which stopped the heart of old Narvaez, who in the same way that foosball, crashed into the ground.
Luckily for them, despite the noise, no one in the block was awakened and given that the other side was a huge waste of time, there was no one could have seen something. The guys even scare prisoners, lifted the soccer and went in haste, carrying him. Already with the first glance saw a couple of players and a goalkeeper loose their rods and the timber of one side, had cracked. But for now, what mattered was to escape from that place. By fear and by the fallen body, whose eyes were blank.
The river was masterful at that time, catching the laughter of two children who were again in his memoirs.
- Poor Narváez - Ulises said think we knew who died just a week later. And we realized that was our fault.
- I realized at the time, but I said nothing - he confessed to some guilt Ricardo.
- Really?
- If, when I saw his eyes ... but hey, there was no intention, the old ball was made to suck and shock his heart stopped. It was not our fault.
- No, of course not. We were good kids boys.
- If only we took the old Narvaez - joked Richard, infecting a new bout of laughter.
And so the evening was dying and the beer bottle, leaving empty. It was time to return to life, to terminate the pause day. Back to the responsibilities and obligations. Ulysses and Ricardo took leave, promising another moment like this soon.
The friends started their paths, leaving the river in the same place. Some birds flew over the site, watching the skyline. The night was coming. The world kept turning. And what had happened in the past, could not be remedied. So the echoes of laughter still splashed on the water, as ironic as brazen. The tears were useless.
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